User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20150416030247/@comment-2246928-20150416030959

The tall fox chuckles merrily, a wicked twinkle in his weary eyes as he throws an arm around the stoat. "Only for the smart ones, my fine confederate. Stick with us," At this, Serrano's eyes roved towards the black vixen, lingering a moment longer than would have been necessary before moving back to the two guards with much less of a softness. His teeth flashed in a sharp, winning smile.

"And we'll all end up richer than kings."